Ripped Paper

I look behind And I see flowers Near lost and confused word Written in a ripped paper Written in a ripped paper The flowers were ripped all too Not from the mind But from the heart Some kind of revolution Or just an act of joy Desire to see the prettiest things Hidden in the secrets And get rid of this English weather on my mind Flowers and words This could be poetry And I'm so happy To see this beauty Flowers and words This could be poetry And I am so so so happy To see this beauty